CSotD: Hawks and Owls and Crabs, oh my

It’s no particular secret to Constant Readers that I’m a fan of Ann Telnaes, but when, quite some time ago, she began to simply add stacks to her “Nothingburger” cartoon base, I felt she was overplaying the concept.

However, I may have missed the value of patience and of a sort of quiet relentlessness. This piece has been growing, growing, growing and let’s hope she doesn’t need to build it much higher, now that Robert Mueller has begun revealing his Somethingburger.

You never think to protect yourself with real friends. You think it’s enough to be an American. All right, Mitch McConnell protects you, you have friends on the Supreme Court , so you don’t need a friend like me. But now you come to me and say “Vladimir, you must give me justice.” And you don’t ask in respect or friendship. And you don’t think to call me Godfather.

Right up to “This I cannot do,” and that’s what you hear when you try to make friends and guardians out of oligarchs, tyrants and mobsters.

Meanwhile, David Horsey suggests a holiday reformation of character that I wouldn’t hold my breath for, and promises of pardons which likewise.

John Cole depicts a couple of other people who may not get out of jail free, even with a presidential pardon, and the impact of their exposure could provide the measure of Dear Leader’s narcissism.

Cole is highlighting the profiteering aspect of their criminal conspiracy, which reminded me of the post-election dog-and-pony show in which Trump gathered everyone together to gaze with devotion upon six stacks of folders that proved, proved absolutely, that he was not going to profit from the presidency.

Only his children would profit. But only at arm’s length and not in any way that was not explained in those six stacks of folders.

Which were full, no doubt, of 8 x 10 colored glossy photographs with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explainin’ what each one was.